“Oh Shit, I’m sorry, wait where the hell did this come from, I know I didn’t just leave it out on the table. I wasn’t having that much fun thi... morning.” She tried to stop herself short before she said too much but Sam was already ahead of her.“This morning huh?” Sam had masturbated himself this morning, as he did almost every morning. The thought that he and she were touching themselves at the same time made his member perk up just a little, but just enough for Laura’s wandering eye to take. I asked her why she had not made sapna as her sexmate,after all she was also sexy.she replied that she never thought of sapna as a sex material. Meanwhile sapna went into the kitchen.she was crying.We consoled her & told it would be gr8 fun if she also joins us.she was shocked for a while I hold her hand & took her to our room.there we threw her on the bed.i started kissing her & mamta began to remove her clothes.firstly she resisted hard but later she started enjoying it.meanwhile mamta. Anger. Love. Hatred. I felt the buzz coming on and I continued pouring the bottle down my throat. I craved a cigarette. So, I walked down to the gas station around the corner of my apartment and bought a pack and returned home. I sat back in my chair and took in some more Jim Beam and lit a cigarette and anger took hold. I looked up at the ceiling."Is this some kind of sick fucking joke to you? You are an asshole, did you know that? Ya having fun? Huh? Pulling peoples strings like some twisted. There will never be a chance to watch your hair grow back. I can’t ever remind you how beautiful you are, even when you’re bald and too thin. I promised I’d remember you like to be kissed gently, with a nibble at the end. Tears burn my eyes as I grieve for the lost chance to wake up next to you. I still want to hold your hand everywhere, at home, in public, during sex and while we sleep. I have so many questions that will have to remain unanswered. This loss, the slow grind of acceptance, is.